We continue to cruise the streets of Camaret, keeping eyes peels for little details around each corner.
Including this fantastic mustard coloured door with delightful pastel detailing.
The man helpfully points out where we are as I am more than a little geographically challenged!
Then we head towards the harbour, stopping every five seconds for me to obsess over little paintings and rusty anchors.
I am finally man handled to the harbour (the man loves his floaty boats).
But to my endless delight we are greeted with this majestic spectacle – a ship graveyard *squeal*
So here’s just a selection of peeling, beached, rotting boat hulks for your “enjoyment”
